Discreetly, the Muslim teen, clad in her hijab and modest clothing, sneaks into her room, locking the door behind her. Her heart races as she pulls out her laptop, navigating to her secret Tumblr page filled with explicit content. She pops in her earphones, playing soft, sultry music to drown out any noise. With a nervous glance at the door, she begins to touch herself over her clothing, her breath quickening as she imagines the scenarios unfolding on her screen. Her fingers trace the outline of her breasts, then move lower, pressing against her mound, feeling the heat and moisture building beneath her niqab.